Ravenwyr in the Dark Tower

Indur nods to the words of his brethren, his eyes locked on MoS as he stands quiet except for a light hiss that comes over him.

Mouth_of_Sauron steps forward, and looks pleased, "Indeed, and where is this one from?"

Mouth_of_Sauron says in a lower voice, barely audible, "And what kind is it that you bring before the master?"

Khamul is silent before answering. "This one was taken in the ruined city. It comes from the white towered city to the west."

Indur slowly turns to the staircase, his robes whipping around, following after him. A slight hiss can be heard from whats inside the robes, "I sssshall go sseek thisss prissoner and Guard out."

The corner of Mouth_of_Sauron's lips turn up into what could be conceived a smile, from him, and he says, "Indeed, this is news for the better. Yes, do bring it before me."

Indur runs down the stairs.
Indur has left.

Indur slowly walks up the stairway and to the side of Khamul, hissing, "They have been sssumoned, Massster."Khamul nods to the other wraith, with his eyes still fixed on the Mouth of Sauron.

Indur turns his glare toward the Stairway, locking them there, watching for the two to arrive.

Bizzog has arrived.

Ravenwyr has arrived.

Bizzog scurries up the steps quickly, heaving and coughing, carrying a human on his back. He quickly brings his breathing under control, feeling hatred and power from the watcher's gazes.

Ravenwyr digs his broken nails into Bizzog's back and tires to lift his head to see... until he feels that coldness again and sittfens, "Put me down."

Antechamber of the Crown
A long corridor, terminating in a raised multi-tiered dais. The tiers are so organized as to form a set of "stairs" leading up to the topmost platform, so that whatever's up there can look down upon all here. The corridor itself is manned by regularly spaced statues, so dark as you almost didn't notice their presence...wait, one of them moved a wing. BALROGS!!! Sauron's elite guard, they block the passage to his throne with their might. There's no WAY you'll make it past them unless Sauron wills it... Turning back over the stairway, you notice that perhaps plummeting to your death would be preferred over facing their whips of fire...
Contents:
Ravenwyr
Bizzog
Indur
Khamul
Obvious exits:
Balcony Corridor Down

Bizzog opens his mouth to shriek, but bites his lupip, coughs, then says meekly, "Where shoulda put da prisoner, mastas?"

Mouth_of_Sauron peers at the Uruk and that which he carries in amusement, a smirk (you think) across his ancient and leathery face.

Bizzog looks toward the stone floor, not daring to view the countenance's of the persons before him.

Indur watches Bizzog carry in the prisoner, his eyes locked on the prisoner more than the snaga. He says nothing nor does anything.

Ravenwyr struggles and tries to kick, "Let me down!" he whispers in a hoarse voice.

Khamul slowly turns away from the Mouth, and turns his glance upon the snaga with his captive.

Mouth_of_Sauron puts a finger to his chin, then strides over to the Uruk and Human, circlng them with interest.

Bizzog looks around, then points to the ground, "I-I-I'll justa put 'im down, 'ere, mastas."

Bizzog struggles to keep his hollars of pain under control as the human on his back struggles with every ounce of strength he still possesses.

Mouth_of_Sauron frowns at the Uruk, "Yes, do drop it here."

Ravenwyr grows still, noticing that other ... things are around. His eyes are alittle wide in his dark face. He doesn't struggle as He is put down. He only sits on the floor, very sore and tired, and looks about fearfully with aslightly dazed look.

Indur steps forward and stops, turning to the action, standing just infront of the corridor leading into Sauron's chambers, perhaps Guarding it.

Bizzog leans over and literally drops the human to the ground, then looks down at him with a sneer of hatred. He quickly loses this face when he feels hte fell gaze of the Nazgul and the Mouth upon him once again.

Mouth_of_Sauron looks at the human, and a brief laugh escapes his lips. "Human, you have passed beyond any hope of return to the world you used to know, except in the case of utter subservience and admission. Do you indeed know where you are, pale one?"

Bizzog backs away quickly, trying to avoid anyone's sight or attention.

Ravenwyr licks his parched and cracked lips, pointedly not looking at the dark figures around him...

A slight hiss can be heard from the robes of Ji Amaav after Mouth's words, his red eyes glaring on.

Ravenwyr draws his knees up to his chest and huddles on the floor, his dark head down as he shudders, but says nothing.

Mouth_of_Sauron reaches down, and runs a finger along the human's chin, "You will speak, short-lived Gondorian, or you shall be forced to speak at the expense of your soul. I asked, do you know where you ARE?"

Mouth_of_Sauron peers over to the Uruk, "Uruk, do you have a name?"

Bizzog shudders, even though the threat was not posed to him.

Ravenwyr instinctively draws back from the touch, repulsed, and shivers. He keeps his head down but whispers, "No.. .... Hell maybe..."

Khamul folds his arms in his black robes, and awaits the terrified human's answer.

Bizzog swallows, "Yes, masta. I am called Bizzog."

Ravenwyr mutters faintly.. "Mordor."

Bizzog gulps nervously again, after speaking.

Mouth_of_Sauron continues to keep an eye on the Uruk, "Uruk Bizzog, come back over here, and stand it up."

Khamul exchanges a sidelong glance with his ghastly brother, seeming somewhat amused by the human's answer.

Ravenwyr sits curled into as tight and small a figure as he can manage with cracked ribs and mail. He keeps his face hidden in his arms around his knees. Bizzog swallows, shivers, then approaches, trying to avoid the Mouth of Sauron's contact.

Indur stands still as if he were a statue, his red eyes move just as much, locked onto the action.

Bizzog approaches the curled human.

Bizzog slowly extends his black orcish arm toward Ravenwyr's chin.

Mouth_of_Sauron abruptly moves away, and begins pacing slowly about the human and the Uruk. He chuckles, and it is not a pleasent sound at all. He says, as he walks, "yes human, you are in Mordor, and I think you know more of where you are. Do you, with your short sght, see that hallway theree?"

Mouth_of_Sauron points to the corridor.

Ravenwyr at Bizzog's touch he stands quickly and jerks. His hands dart out ot claw at the Uruk's face and he snarls, "No! I won't go back into that hole!!!" Indur moves suddenly, walking to the right and stopping, letting the view of the Corridor go much clearer without him in the way.

Mouth_of_Sauron stops, and half snarls, half shouts, "Again, I asked you a question, man of Gondor."

Mouth_of_Sauron says, "Uruk, show him the corridor!"

Bizzog, who is caught off guard at the human' sudden swipe, is caught on the cheek, which opens another bloddy wound. He stammers, but does not yelp.

Bizzog backs away.

Ravenwyr passes, a step well back from the Uruk and reluctantly turns his head to look.

Bizzog reaches out, and grabs the human's head.

Khamul hisses, and speaks with a mocking tone, "You should consider your former place of imprisonment a haven compared to this chamber, fool. Now answer the question."

Bizzog tries to act as if he was forcing the human to look in that direction by turning his head, when the human had actually already turned it himself.

Ravenwyr reflexively arcs his back to try to avoid the Uruk's grasping arms but is cought. He stands looking, but says nothing.

Ravenwyr trembles alittle where he stands.

Mouth_of_Sauron walks over to the archway, "This, man of Gondor, spawn of the deserters of a fallen land, is the way to our master. If you pass this way, you will not return, and you will pray for a 1000 deaths by the sword as your skin is removed and you stand before him naked..."

Bizzog takes a deep breath.;

Indur nods slowly to himself after the words of the Mouth, walking to the other side of the archway then resuming his glare on the imprisoned human.

Ravenwyr closes his eys, unable to turn his head aside, hands softly pressing against Bizzog's chest. In a very faint voice he whispers.. "I am not of Gondor..."

Mouth_of_Sauron lets loose another evil sounding chuckle, "Ji Amaav...Dark Easterling...do you think the master would spare a few moments considering letting this one see the light of day again?"

Bizzog stands near the human, squeezing his fists together nervously.

Mouth_of_Sauron returns to the center of the room, close, very close to the captive, "Indeed, Gondorian...where are you from then?"

The red, ember-like flame of Khamul's eyes flash as he hears the human's words, but he answers the Mouth..."Not a second would he spare for thisskin of a mortal, and with the speed of thought would he begin to endure eternal, unimaginable pain."

Head released from Bizzog's grasp, Wyr stands very still, eyes downcast upon the floor. He says nothing.

Indur slowly turns his glare to the Mouth and shrugs slightly, returning his look to the prisoner. He hisses slowly and quietly to make it more chilling, "Thisss human could not withold a sssecond in the depthsss of the Black Lord." Ravenwyr leans away from the dark figure's closeness...

Bizzog also leans away from the Nazgul's voice.

Mouth_of_Sauron puts two fingers under the human's chin, and lifts it up, looking into his face, "You do not seem to understand, your tongue is all you have left to you. No wit, no weapon, no friends will help you here. Again, I asked you a question, which you WILL answer."

Bizzog fearfully glances extremly quickly towards he corridor, then turns away. The Black Easterling hisses softly, with a deadly edge to his voice, "Mortal, I grow weary of thy close tounge.."

Ravenwyr resumes shivering after the moment's stillness. He stiffens at the touch, his eyes' perhaps alittle mad. He asks softly, "what?";

Mouth_of_Sauron says casually, "Uruk, strike him down, yet leave him concious." Mouth_of_Sauron steps away.;

Bizzog quickly reaches back and sends his fist toward Ravenwyr's cheek.

Ravenwyr starts to step forward, "No! Please don..." but is struck and spins from the blow.

Ravenwyr crouches and shakes his head, his eyes clearing for a moment. He lunges at the fould Uruk and tries to throttle it!

Bizzog, too fearful to gloat, backs away agin.

Mouth_of_Sauron steps back forward and lands a swift kick into the human's midsection.

Bizzog instinctivly jumps, but his large, paunched belly prevents him from moving too rapidly. The human's hands meet his throat, but he swings and knocks his arms away.

Indur nods slowly at the small scirmish, crossing his arms before his robes and watching on with interest, still keeping his still stance beside the doorway to hell.

In a frimer voice Wyr hisses, "I'll kill you .. you vermin!" and tries very hard to choke the small Uruk.

Ravenwyr gasps at the kick and falls to the floor, holding his ribs and sobs a breath.

Bizzog pants quickly from even this small exertion.

Ravenwyr says, "Oh Helm..."

Mouth_of_Sauron moves over to Ravenwyr, and grabs an arm, pulling his face up to his, and says, "You will answer me directly, Gondorian. If you say you are not from the land of the stone cities, where are you from then? Speak!"

Khamul stands motionless, grim and terrifying..Indur steps forward one step just incase, keeping his glare on the human, watching him as if guarding the Mouth from a sudden return by the Prisoner.

Ravenwyr trembles in the strong grip and gasps in hardly more than a whisper, "Rohan! I was born in Rohan... not ... not Gondor. Please...." and suckes in breath afte breath, his ribs aching.

Bizzog watches on as the tension continues, still very terrified to even be in the presence of these Nazgul and their human counterpart.

Ravenwyr sweats and stinks of urine and dried blood. His black hair is dirty and fouledover his dark skin. He stands rigidly tense and clearly terrified of things... of people he can not even imagine in his nightmares.

Ravenwyr whispers seemingly to no one.
Ravenwyr says something unintelligible.

Mouth_of_Sauron 's breath is hot and foul into Ravenwyr's face, his appearence more maddening from so close. He laughs aloud, "Rohan! Dotards no brighter than the beasts they worship! What do you call yourself then, horseboy, dressed in Gondorian garb? Who do you serve, then? Who is your master?"

Ravenwyr trembles with his hands held out loosely from him. His hands like claws. He closes his eyes and speaks in a faint and unsteady voice, "Lord Denethor.. I swore my oath to the Steward... "

Indur shakes his head at the words, his eye gleaming to the darkest of red now as your best idea is that he's now angered.

Ravenwyr continues softly.. "In Minas Tirith..."

Sweat runs from Bizzog's black face, down to his neck, and onto his bulging gut.;

Mouth_of_Sauron laughs aloud, and moves away again, saying, "the old man in his tower, the one who cares not for his people, only for his whelps and his power. Indeed that is loyalty wasted..."

Concentrating mainly on breathing, his eyes closed, Wyr holds his ribs as he is released. He stands with his head down wishing madly he was dreaming or ... dead.

Mouth_of_Sauron reaches an ancient hand into a pocket, fiddling with some hidden item, and continues, "Tell me, horseboy, deserter of kin...tell me one thing. Tell me one thing, and if I judge it to be true, ye may still live to walk your lands again..."

Ravenwyr's head comes up, eyes open and clear, "I gave my oath. By honor I will not break it!" and bares white teeth in his dark brown face. He doesn't tremble for the moment, but stands thin and still.

Ravenwyr can't help himself and shivers again at the sound of the voice, listening, but eyes sharp.;

Bizzog looks down, not daring to view what will happen next. Indeed, it seems as if he will keep them down for the duration of the assembly.

Ravenwyr whspers, "My lands... ?" and suddenly laughs!

Mouth_of_Sauron grins an evil grin, almost a contortion of his leathery face, "Your oath you left when you entered this tower, for you are indeed in your hell. What you shall tell me is simple, and in your power..."

Wyr falls silent, awaiting the question, but seems somehow absurdly amused somehow.

You say, "Tell me. Will old Theoden come if Denethor calls, and how many could he send? It is a simple question, really, and in your power to estimate.""

Indur continues to watch on, his statue-like stance still and calm, his eyes move along as if they follow each happening.

Ravenwyr cocks his head as if considering the question.

Mouth_of_Sauron looks up at the Uruk again, "Come here, Uruk, and stand by me."

Ravenwyr says, "I don't know... don't. Eomund. Eomund would come... and others... I don't know how many. Many I would hope."

Bizzog blinks slowly, then approaches the dark-robed human, to stand near his left. He does, however, lean away, to the right, but keeps his feet planted.

Ravenwyr seems to see something or someone who is not here and stops his his shivering.

Mouth_of_Sauron frowns severely, "I demand better! How many I ask!"

Mouth_of_Sauron says, "Uruk, do you have a blade--a sharp blade?"

Ravenwyr has a blank look, his thoughts far away.;

Bizzog wields Dagger.
Bizzog holds out a small, but sharp cooking dagger.

Khamul's thin, angry voice pierces your being, as he holds back his outrage. "Lies will avail you nothing in this place! Your friends would not save you, and if you do not...satisfy us, you will pray for death!"

Ravenwyr mumbles .. "They went to Umbar... He didn't send word."

Mouth_of_Sauron looks very stern and serious, "I asked you--would Theoden send his armies, and how many would they be?"

Ravenwyr still is lost in his own thoughts, not seeming to hear or see.

Ravenwyr takes a slow long breath then blinks, seeing hte knife and stiffens where he stands, his left hand instinctively reching for the longsword that is not there.

Indur slowly moves his glare to Khamul and nods slowly, walking back to his side. His eyes glare back at the action as he remains silent.

Taking a step back, hands held out from his sides, Wyr stands suddenly poised as if to fight. A trainer's skill giving him grace as reacts without thinking.

Ravenwyr keeps his dark grey eyes on the blade and the figure holding it...

Bizzog holds the dagger to the Mouth of Sauron, offering it to him.

Mouth_of_Sauron lets out a thin, warning gasp of breath, "Again I ask you, thrice now, and the last time. It is a simple question, and no betrayal of your oaths: How many could Theoden send, and would he?"

Bizzog slowly brings the blade bakc to himself, but still keeping it in plain view of the prisoner.

Ravenwyr says, "I don't know. .. I left my homeland long ago. It's home to me no more. .. I wouldn't tell you even if I knew!"

Ravenwyr spits at the figure, somehow finding courage despite is cripling fear.

Bizzog looks as if he would lunge at the prisoner with his blade, but restrains himself, not daring to even move in the company of the Nazgul and this powerful human without orders.

Mouth_of_Sauron says, "And do not think that death will spare you--I am not so kind. Perhaps I shall remove your legs and let you wallow as a slug homeward? Or should I take your tongue and fingers, and wear them on my belt? See these here? They are from "better" men then you..."

Khamul hisses in anger, and begins to move forward. His right arm extends, with his dark-mailed hand extended...you can feel the fear which eminates from that black hand, and the cold of the grave..

Ravenwyr swallows, reality encroating and robbing him of his courage before such evil. He bows his head, trembling again. "I told you... I don't know."

Ravenwyr shrinks from Khamul's advance and instinctively cringes in anticipation of pain.

Mouth_of_Sauron turns to the Nazgul and laughs aloud, "he does not know! One simple question, requiring opinion and guess, and he does NOT KNOW!"

Bizzog stifles a laugh.

Indur begins to walk forward as well, circling the group and standing close, the opposite side of Khamul, looking at Ravenwyr, trying to distract her with his evil gaze.

Mouth_of_Sauron continues to chuckle, his back to Ravenwyr, facing the Nazgul...

Ravenwyr draws in shakey breaths and tries not to sob as a tear makes a dirty wet track over the dark skin and scars. He keeps his head down shivering.

Ravenwyr mumbles, "Just kill me. You will anyway... "

Khamul hisses with sadistic anticipation, as his great dark figure moves ever closer to the cowering human. The fear of that extended hand is nigh-overwhelming...and he speaks with a thin, jeering voice. "Fool...are all men of this age so slow-witted? Even a lie, or half-truth would have served you better..." With an agonizingly slow motion, he lies his dark hand on the man's shoulder...

Bizzog looks on with dread, not able to bear it, or look away.;

Mouth_of_Sauron turns suddenly, and marches over to the figure in a sudden rage "YOU DO NOT KNOW?" he shouts in a rage. He gets up, face to face, eye to eye with the prisoner. "With you last gasp, you will suddenly REMEMBER, I do believe! Do not mock me, here next to our lord and master! What you DO NOT KNOW is what a fool you are to stand before me and LIE!"

Ravenwyr shivers at the touch and tries to pull away.

Mouth_of_Sauron shouts in his rage, "URUK, PIN HIM TO THE FLOOR!"

Mouth_of_Sauron swings out with a backhand as the Uruk approaches...

Indur begins to nod once again to the malevolent words of the Mouth, raising his armored fist and placing it on the man's shoulder, forcefully pushing it down before letting the Uruk take over.

Ravenwyr's eyes go wide, watching Mouth_of_Sauron, "I do not lie... not ever."

Mouth_of_Sauron continues his mad rant, "Now indeed, there shall be many things you do not know, many things you do not remember, many things you do not guess..."

Ravenwyr stumblesto the floor, falling on his knees as the hands press him down. He kneels with his head bowed and cringes from the cold touches.

Bizzog lunges on top of the human, his sheer fat pushing him down. Khamul takes his hand away as the man falls, and steps back as the uruk lunges forth.

Mouth_of_Sauron says, "Hold his body, and legs Uruk"

Ravenwyr begins trembling violently and struggles against the Uruk with his waining strength.

Mouth_of_Sauron says, "Ji Amaav, Easterling, do come help me, and stand on this foolish man's hands."

Bizzog tries to sit on the human's legs while wrapping his arms around the human, pinning his arms clsoe to his midsection.

Bizzog grunts with the exertion.

Indur raises his boot and kicks down his arm, nudging it till it lays flat on the ground, then stepping upon it, pinning it down.

Ravenwyr pauses, seeing the Nazgul approach and suddenly lies very stil, eyes wide and intent.

Ravenwyr grits his teeth and turns his head at the pain in his fingers as the bones grind.

Mouth_of_Sauron moves around the scene, and kneels down behind his head, bringing his head directly over Ravenwyr's head, looking at him upside-down.;

Khamul kneels, and rips the man's right hand out from beneath the uruk with a jolt that hints at dislocation, and fiercely thrusts it to the ground. He hisses with evil mirth..

Bizzog backs away, still sitting on the human's legs, however.

Mouth_of_Sauron rasps, "Ye do not know enough to bring before the Master. Ye are not worth his time, and since ye remember so little, ye shall remember none."

Ravenwyr cries out in pain as his shoulder is janked hard.

Indur looks down from standing on the human's arm, his red eyes trying to catch a glance from Ravenwyr.. a sudden hiss emits from his robes, "Thisss could have been eassier, foolisssh one."

Ravenwyr whispers, "Sand and sun... no. Please..."

Mouth_of_Sauron straightens up, stillon his knees towering over the prone figure, and reaches into a pocket...

Mouth_of_Sauron removes a vial, looks at it for a moment, and uncaps it.

Ravenwyr lays his head on the cold stone, feeling little hope left except to die quickly.

Mouth_of_Sauron moves down low, and whispers into the human's ear, "Your own doom you have chosen, and so it shall be."

Indur hisses loudly as the vial is open, his glare becoming darker as a sign of evil, chill emitting from his presence.

Ravenwyr closes his eyes, breathing hard and painfully.

Mouth_of_Sauron takes up the vial in one hand, and a small dagger in the other. He brings the dagger to the man's mouth, and runs it along his lips slowly...

Ravenwyr shudders and tries to turnhs head away.

Bizzog looks on in awe and fear.

Indur watches the man shake violently in the grasp and solidly gives him a kick in the ribs with his vacant boot.

Khamul's other arm shoots out and grasps the man's head in a vise grip...slowly and painfully turning it upward..;

Ravenwyr yelps in sudden pain at the unexpected blow to his ribs.;

Mouth_of_Sauron whispers quietly, "Squirm and scar your pretty face up, I care not. Your death is not here" and then he begins to pour the contents fo the vial over the man's mouth and lips as he uses the flat of the dagger to pry a lip down...

Ravenwyr suddenly tires with all his might to twist away and attempts to thrash madly.. ignoring the knife that cuts him in his sudden terror!

Mouth_of_Sauron continues as a slow line of fluid drips down onto and around the man's mouth, following his movements, pouring the liquid...

Ravenwyr says, "No!"

Indur hisses slow and quietly to himself as Mouth pours, seeming satisfied.

Mouth_of_Sauron continues for several moments, making it impossible for Ravenwyr not to swallow.

Ravenwyr tries vainly to avoid the fluid, eyes very wide with his terror, and tries to spit it in the figure's face along with his own blood.

Bizzog, who has been watching on with dread, accidently drools onto the man's leg. he quickly wipes his mouth and continues to watch.

Mouth_of_Sauron uses his other hand to steady the face now, and says, "He should loosen anytime now".

Ravenwyr gasps for breath and swallows some of th liquid inadvertantly and then lies still, very frightened.

Ravenwyr breaths very quickly, his eart pounding loud in his own ears.;

Mouth_of_Sauron says in Uruk, "Uruk, you will take him, bind his arms behind him, and toss him from the Morannon."

Ravenwyr relaxes, his eyes looking alittle dazed as he lies on the floor and seems to become less aware of everything around him...

Bizzog nods quickly.;

Mouth_of_Sauron says in Uruk, "Make sure he lives, and that his bonds are tight. Just one moment though..."

Khamul releases the man's head, and steps to his feet.

Bizzog looks around for something to bind the prisone r with.

Blood flows freely form the slice through his lip and down his chin, but Wyr seems unaware of it.

Mouth_of_Sauron reaches into yet another pocket, and takes out a trinket.

Bizzog finally takes off hia own belt.;

Mouth_of_Sauron says in Uruk, "Dress him in Uruk garb, and remove all recognizable items from him also."

Bizzog looks up at the Mouth of Sauron with curiousity.

Bizzog nods, "Yes masta."

Indur steps off the arm of the prisoner, standing aside.

Ravenwyr lies still, his breathing slowing to a regular and shallow tempo. He makes no movement as he is released.

Mouth_of_Sauron takes out the trinket, a smaller version of the pendant necklace he wears, bearing the symbol of the Red Eye of Mordor, and places it around the prisoners neck.

Ravenwyr isly watches the figure bending over him but seems not to be afraid as the medallian is settled about his throat.

Mouth_of_Sauron says with some pleasure, "Ye who knows nothing, let this be your last rememberance. In garb of mordor we do release you, unknowing of home, name, life, and friends. Taken by those you befried you will be, and perhaps killed, and if so, our Lord shall smile as brother kills brother.

Mouth_of_Sauron says in Uruk, "Off with you then, do as you are told!"

Bizzog nods quickly.

Ravenwyr lays still and quiet, eyes vacant. He says nothing.

Bizzog finishes cutting up his sturdy leahter belt iwth his dagger.

Indur stands back and watches the Uruk move, slowly backing away towards the side of MoS as he walks off.

Bizzog uses the strips tie the wrists and legs of the prisoner tightly.

Khamul also steps away from the human. "May thy awakening be filled with despair, and thy hands be marked with the blood of thy comrades."Taking no notice of the filthy little uruk, Wyr lies relaxed and oblivious.

Mouth_of_Sauron turns toward the corridor, and he takes a few steps in that direction, then turns and stands.

Bizzog's eyes glance around quickly as if filled with a new hope.

Bizzog bends over and slings the prisoner over his back.

Ravenwyr flops over Bizzog's back like so much meat as his long black braid trails the floor.

Bizzog grunts with the exersion.

A log of Indur (Nevahkzor-Alek), Khamul, and MOS (Zolsi) with Ravenwyr...